I Became An Immortal On Mortal Realm - Chapter 92

Chapter 92: Chapter 89 The Name of Fang Wang, The Matter of the Marriage Pact

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Tu Caiyi did not deceive Fang Wang; there indeed was a blessed land hidden within this forest, located within a valley. The mouth of the valley and the surrounding mountains were clearly under the influence of a formation, preventing the Spiritual Energy from leaking out, thus concealing the unique nature of the Spiritual Energy in this place.

The Spiritual Energy of this blessed land was more than ten times that of the outside world. After entering the valley, Fang Wang began to sit cross-legged and gather Qi, while Xiao Zi continued to check the storage bags, her serpentine eyes occasionally glancing towards the distant Tu Caiyi.

Inside the valley was a flat plain, lush with flowers and plants, and though there were not many trees, those present were tall and magnificent. Tu Caiyi lay on the trunk of a large tree, feigning sleep, her posture exposing her thigh, coincidentally facing Fang Wang.

Fang Wang wasn’t entirely immersed in his cultivation, his consciousness staying fixed on her. It wasn’t that he harbored improper thoughts, but rather that he maintained a vigilance towards Tu Caiyi.

In the blink of an eye, five days passed.

Fang Wang’s spiritual power was completely replenished. During this time, Tu Caiyi had not moved at all, making Fang Wang suspect that her soul might have departed from her body.

Xiao Zi, tirelessly organizing day and night, finally finished the inspection, collecting all the items useful to Fang Wang into twelve storage bags. Fang Wang attached these storage bags to his belt and then looked towards Tu Caiyi.

“It’s time to hit the road,” he said.

Upon hearing this, Tu Caiyi opened her eyes and then sat up, stretching lazily, as Fang Wang looked away.

This woman was setting a trap for him!

He would not be fooled!

“Young master is really quick. It seems that the cultivation technique you practice is not simple,” Tu Caiyi said as she landed and walked towards Fang Wang, her tone filled with interest.

Fang Wang did not respond but instead soared into the air and flew away on his sword.

He quickly flew out of the valley and, looking back, saw Tu Caiyi barefooted and speeding towards him on two golden Wind Fire Wheels.

“Wind Fire Wheels? Interesting,” Fang Wang thought, raising an eyebrow, and then he shifted his gaze towards the horizon.

Xiao Zi, meanwhile, was keeping a close watch on Tu Caiyi.

…

Within a bustling city, a steady stream of cultivators walked the streets, with shops on both sides selling Magic Artifacts, Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, Demon Pets, and various other items.

In an inn.

While drinking, the cultivators listened to a middle-aged scholar in the center of the hall.

“When the Myriad Poison Array is activated, the ghosts wail and the wolves howl, and the wind and clouds change color—it’s terrifying. Being in the middle of it feels like falling into the eighteen layers of hell. Sword Saint Fang Wang stood proudly atop the head of the serpent demon, fearless. The thousands of Demonic Cultivators from Green Cicada Valley never imagined that the Myriad Poison Array, set up by so many working together, would not be able to stop Fang Wang!”

The middle-aged scholar spoke with an impassioned tone, effectively stirring the emotions of his audience.

The surrounding cultivators listened intently, their eyes filled with longing and admiration.

Who wouldn’t aspire to the legendary feat of repelling a sect single-handedly?

“Slaying the Great Demon King, defeating Sword Sect, and then slaughtering through Green Cicada Valley—could Fang Wang be considered the number one in the world today?” someone mused aloud.

As soon as these words were spoken, many cultivators echoed the sentiment. Their perspectives were not high, and Fang Wang was the most domineering and strongest person they had heard of.

“Green Cicada Valley has been attacked several times over the years; its strength is no longer worthy of the Nine Great Sects. Moreover, they are from a poison sect. Defeating Green Cicada Valley doesn’t merit being considered number one. Poison is only effective in lower realms; cultivators of higher realms can resist toxins solely with their Inner Strength. Years ago, Yang Yuanzi from Great Abyss Gate was able to fight his way in and out, and just a few years ago, even a Great Cultivator from Jin Xiao Sect could, it’s just that Fang Wang’s Heaven Yuan Spirit Treasure exaggerated the achievement,” a discordant voice interjected from a corner, laden with mockery. It was unclear whether the intention was to ridicule Green Cicada Valley or belittle Fang Wang.

“Oh, you talk a big talk. Why don’t you try breaking into Green Cicada Valley yourself?” a man suddenly stood up and shouted angrily. This man was none other than Gu Tianxiong.

Gu Tianxiong was drinking and enjoying the scholar’s praises of his brother, feeling very pleased, when someone dared to demean Fang Wang.

That was intolerable!

Gu Tianxiong’s gaze stayed fixed on the cultivator who had ridiculed Fang Wang, a man dressed in black with a bamboo hat whose brim hid his face.

In the face of Gu Tianxiong’s provocation, the black-robed cultivator drank a cup of wine and snorted coldly: “Green Cicada Valley? I just so happen to have a score to settle with them. I’m going right now to give them trouble!”

With that, the black-robed cultivator stood up and left.

“Wait a minute, shouldn’t you leave your name?” Gu Tianxiong called out eagerly—thinking that the man was making excuses to slip away.

Without turning his head back, the black-robed cultivator left behind his words: “Jin Xiao Sect, Xiao Kuang!”

The three words “Jin Xiao Sect” made everyone in the inn change their expressions dramatically, all falling silent as though struck by cold, even Gu Tianxiong didn’t dare to speak again.

Though Jin Xiao Sect was not one of the Nine Great Sects and had only been around for a mere decade or so, their recorded feats were truly terrifying, and they were regarded by the Nine Great Sects as a lurking threat in the Grand Qi Cultivation Realm.

After Xiao Kuang had left, the cultivators in the inn finally let out a sigh of relief.

“Continue to eat and drink, esteemed guests. Scholar, aren’t you going to continue telling the legendary tales of the Sword Saint?” the innkeeper promptly urged.

Having run this inn for over a hundred years, he had seen all sorts of upheavals.

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged scholar immediately continued his tale.

Feeling a bit embarrassed, Gu Tianxiong stiffened his neck and declared, “That’s right, keep talking. Fang Wang is my brother; I want to see if your story matches what I’ve heard!”

However, the cultivators merely rolled their eyes at him, disbelieving his claim yet no one dared to mock him.

Gu Tianxiong, feeling awkward, had no choice but to sit down and drink sullenly.

After a while,

a young man in plain clothes, appearing to be only sixteen or seventeen, approached his table and seemed hesitant to speak.

Gu Tianxiong gave him a glance and said irritably, “What is it?”

Gathering his courage, the plain-clothed youth took a seat on Gu Tianxiong’s right and asked in a low voice, “Senior, is Fang Wang really your brother?”

Gu Tianxiong glared at him and said, “Of course, I never lie!”

Taking a deep breath, the young man said, “Senior, could we talk in a different place? I have a favor to ask of you, and I promise you won’t be at a loss.”

Hearing this, Gu Tianxiong looked at him with a face full of suspicion.

“Does it concern Fang Wang?”

“That’s right.”

“Fine, let’s go!”

…

Under the blue sky, mountain ranges undulated, looking like azure dragons lying across the land, majestic and imposing.

Fang Wang, who was traveling on his sword, slowed down and turning his head, he said, “We are approaching Great Abyss Gate soon, thank you for accompanying me.”

Keeping a distance of thirty feet, Tu Caiyi smiled faintly upon hearing his words and said, “You’re welcome; this is where I’ll leave you.”

After speaking, she stopped and hovered in midair, watching Fang Wang leave.

Fang Wang nodded and continued to speed toward the Great Abyss Gate.

Xiao Zi muttered, “Master, is she really without malice?”

“Who knows? At least for now, it indeed seems like goodwill,” Fang Wang quietly replied.

The cloud sea at the horizon already revealed the ten peaks of the Great Abyss Gate, towering through the clouds like a pair of enormous hands or a mirage, blurring the line between illusion and reality.

I’m finally back!

Fang Wang felt a surge of emotion. For him, it had been over four hundred years since his last visit, and naturally, he felt nostalgic for the Great Abyss Gate.

Xiao Zi perched on his shoulder, constantly looking back at Tu Caiyi until she faded from view, not turning its head back.

Without entering the Great Abyss Gate, it would always be uneasy.

Half an incense stick of time later.

Fang Wang entered the Great Abyss Gate. The two disciples who had checked his token previously were very excited to see him but dared not to disturb him further, so they did not delay him.

After entering the Great Abyss Gate, he took out his bamboo hat, put it on and slightly bowed his head, trying not to let anyone see his face.

Even so, as he headed toward the first peak, he could still hear the disciples along the way discussing him and Green Cicada Valley.

“Tsk, the news in the Cultivation World travels truly fast.”

Xiao Zi, nestled in Fang Wang’s arms, remarked with a sigh as they approached the entrance of the Great Abyss Gate, promptly hiding inside his embrace.

Fang Wang’s expression remained calm, but inside he felt secretly pleased.

Such a remarkable feat, he naturally wouldn’t want to keep it hidden.

As for making enemies, he was not worried. Even without this event, his possession of the Heaven Yuan Spirit Treasure had already put him in a precarious position.

Fang Wang swiftly arrived at Zhou Xue’s abode. As soon as he landed, the door to her cavern abode opened.

He raised his eyebrows and stepped inside.

“Master, why are you looking for her as soon as you return? I thought you didn’t like women,” Xiao Zi said with a hint of jealousy.

Fang Wang pressed its snake head down and walked on, unwilling to bother with it.

The gate closed, and the cavern abode was plunged into darkness.

He walked up to Zhou Xue, who was meditating in a small pond, surrounded by a strange black aura.

Huh?

It seems to be Ghost Qi!

Fang Wang frowned and asked, “Are you injured?”

Without opening her eyes, Zhou Xue replied, “It’s just a minor injury, nothing to worry about.”

“How did you get it?”

“Injured by Lu Yuanjun’s Ghost Instrument.”

“What?”

Hearing this, Fang Wang’s frown deepened, and a murderous intent spilled out of his eyes.

Zhou Xue opened her eyes and, seeing his expression, couldn’t help but smile, “Lu Yuanjun left Great Abyss Gate with Chen Anshi, so I followed the Demon Monarch to chase the two of them. I didn’t expect Lu Yuanjun’s Ghost Instrument to possess three more ghost gods, and even Yang Yuanzi came to his rescue. The Demon Monarch is very interested in Lu Yuanjun’s Ghost Instrument, so he deliberately let Lu Yuanjun and Chen Anshi escape to investigate its origins. I couldn’t persuade the Demon Monarch, but at least they were severely wounded.”

Fang Wang raised his eyebrows, surprised that Lu Yuanjun was so hard to kill, that even his master had to take action.

Tsk, and that Demon Monarch, so formidable…

Chen Anshi was the Vice Sect Leader of Great Abyss Gate, yet together with his master, they nearly lost their lives to the Demon Monarch?

Zhou Xue continued, “With Lu Yuanjun gone, it’s improbable he will come back. Once the Demon Monarch gets his Ghost Instrument, his death is certain. You can take the position of the eldest disciple with ease, let go of your hatred, and I will seek the truth to completely convince Great Abyss Gate to abandon Lu Yuanjun.”

After listening, Fang Wang had many questions, such as whether the Demon Monarch was really nearby the Great Abyss Gate?

However, he restrained himself and instead asked, “Is everyone else okay?”

Zhou Xue responded, “Three suffered serious injuries but will recover in a few years. It’s already fortunate that nobody died.”

Fang Wang let out a sigh of relief. He looked at Zhou Xue seriously and said, “Thank you!”

He guessed it was Zhou Xue’s timely return that had saved the lives of the other six Fang Family disciples.

“Go see your master. First, out of disciple’s duty since you’ve just returned, you should visit him, and secondly, his injuries are severe, likely needing twenty years to recover,” Zhou Xue said with her eyes closed.

The Demon Monarch was so ruthless?

Fang Wang frowned, immediately turned around, and left. After taking three steps, he seemed to remember something and turned to ask, “By the way, grandfather and the others want to facilitate our marriage. Fourth Uncle said it is all up to me, is that true?”